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Her tormentors were, she believed, five or six. And were all Blacks! She had always hated black men. Hollywood had its share of pigs, of course, and she had experienced a few of them, but, luckily, there weren’t black directors or producers, as she would not have liked to have to do with such people. She had been raised in the South, and people there was very ‘tight’ about races and the colour of skin; a good white girl couldn’t have much to do with a black boy, unless he was a waiter or a service station attendant, of course. Her mother had taught her to be afraid of those massive, coal-black brutes, to despise their flat face, wide nose; and she’d learned from high-school chatter that they had immense ‘organs’. The only reason a girl could go with a Black, one of her expert friends had told her, was because she craved his large ‘organ’. So she’d be a whore, of course, one to emarginate. And she didn’t want to be emarginated. But now she was in the hands of not one, but five niggers! The blonde, beautiful Claudia Hamilton felt lost, scared, humiliated.
The men were brothers, she had heard. All of them were as black as coal, and powerfully-built, horny as hell. The chief was the older one; maybe she was around 45 years old, more than double her age, and had a large beer belly and a fair cock, that he liked to stick up her near-virgin asshole. The one called Wayne was a hard fucker, with a long, slim cock that he particularly had loved to pass all over her skin, often burying it between her large, fat jugs. Wayne loved to play with her melons, squeezing and generally handling them, and her cries and moans, while he tormented her large pink nipples, seemed to make him even hornier. Mike was different; younger, and with more muscles, he loved to have her suck his immense cock, and had shot already twice in her mouth; thick, disgusting loads. She’d always hated sperm.